Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase in pain. Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop.
George OrwellThe enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil, and it followed that any past or future agreement with him was impossible.
George OrwellThe birds sang, the proles sang. the Party did not sing. All round the world, in London and New York, in Africa and Brazil, and in the mysterious, forbidden lands beyond the frontiers, in the streets of Paris and Berlin, in the villages of the endless Russian plain, in the bazaars of China and Japan — everywhere stood the same solid unconquerable figure, made monstrous by work and childbearing, toiling from birth to death and still singing.
George Orwell